dear world,
what's up? it's been a while. hope all is well. heard youtube did a special on a day in the life of you. pretty awesome.
but let's be serious for a minute, shall we? i know we've had our fair share of special moments. good and bad, memorable and blurry, riduculous and elaborate. but now, let's talk womano or planeto.
could you please lay off a bit?
i get it. you have some divine plan for me. i'm going to rock the world. you have something really cool planned out for me. that's great, you know. i really do appreciate the effort for that.
but seriously back off a bit.
what with silent treatments, maniacs at work, school turning me into a whore i've been screwed so hard by them, and not being able to properly calm myself down about it because you're off turning my best friend's into the modern and more serious version of west side story.
not cool, bro. nooooot cool.
HONESTLY? You're messing with my best friend and her man?
down with that noise, dude.
they're even planning on naming their kids after your waterflows and stuff because they think you're great and you go and do stuff like that?
i thought we were close.
tell you what: here's what we"ll do.
i'll let you touch the tambourine i caught from arcade fire.
i know what you're thinking: "stop pulling my leg, meaghan. you would never do that."
now listen here, earth. i'm pulling nothing....
except for the arcade fire tambourine off of my mantel.
just tell me when you're free.
thanks for the solid. tell the wife i say hi.
much love,
mtb.
ps: tell justin vernon he's the best.
i'll be patient and kind to you, baby.
